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It was a Saturday night, we had 4 geltabs, a bong, and a few grams of weed... it was getting onto about 9 when my friend took the first hit, we were going to a party and he just decided to take it... the original plans fell through and we called up one of our other friends and he was having a kegger, so we drove around until we found his house and by that time my friend was starting to trip, after i settled out that i would be staying there for the night, the guy asked if i could take him on a beer run before i started drinking and of course i agreed. so we go to the gas station and then back to the party, i get out the bong and this crazy icp kid running around with a hatchet tells me he has about an ounce of dank and offers to let us smoke it, so the people start to gather around and we are all taking bong rips.... i get out the acid, take a hit and the icp kid offers to buy one off me and i sold it to him cheep because he seemed cool and was smoking me and the rest of the party up...

The party started getting crazy, everyone was way to drunk for their own good and shit was being thrown into the fire that shouldn't have been thrown into fires, like lighters and air compressors... people were running over the fire and shit and the acid was starting to take hold.... i knew shit was only going to get crazier so i took a few shots to make it a bit less of a mind fuck and along with the weed i was pretty chilled out despite people going crazy and running around with machetes and hatchets.... The one thing that sucks about acid and parties is that your the last one to go to sleep if sleep comes at all.... i was cold, and the fire was out, so i went in but it was still cold... so i just sat there in the dark thinking about what the hell just happened...

but it was a fun night, met alot of new people and had a really deep conversation with the icp kid i sold the hit to, something along the lines of how no matter how different everyone at that party was, white, black, hispanic or whatever types of friends they had everyone could relate to one thing, and that was weed brought people from every background together, fuck the differences between us for a while tonight everyone was enjoying themselves... sometime around the peak of the trip we were sitting around the fire and he remarked at how much it was to take in, and for anyone who's ever been in a chaotic environment while tripping can relate... but everyone around us was good people, drunk but not a bad atmosphere, no real anger or tension just people doing stupid shit.... going to another one of his parties next Saturday night.... no acid this time though, i don't like being the only one awake when the sun comes up...
 
I'll admit I once tried to steal a weed plant. Even though the owner of the plant was a supposed abusive asshole to his children, it would still be a shitty thing to do...

Anyway, my friend and I used to get off work about the same time every night, and we'd start plotting to get some bud. It was basically all we had to look forward to at the end of the day, so you can bet we tried every resource possible before finally giving up and sitting around on the couch like a couple of uptight assholes.

My friend is telling me that he knows where a plant is out on some open property near a local lake. Some old dude lives out there and takes care of it. He justifies this idea by telling me this guy is some kinda pedophile or something I dunno. Honestly I didn't need much convincing. We decide to do it and drive out to his house around midnight.

We are trying to be completely quiet, naturally. It takes at least ten minutes just slowly working our way up his gravel driveway. Once we get to the front of the house, I get down on my hands and knees and start crawling the rest of the way to the yard. No lights on in the house. No activity. I'm inching along the dirt with a knife in my teeth (just for cutting the plant) going by the moonlight and I can barely see shit.

Finally I am in some backyard area... There were silhouettes of plants everywhere and none of them looked like a bud plant. There at last I see one sticking up in the center of the yard so I crawl over and lay down next to it.

I don't know if this thing even was a pot plant. For starters, it was dried out as all hell. The leaves were mangled, I couldn't even identify them. I didn't want to go this far and come back with nothing, so I lay there for a bit looking for the shape of marijuana anywhere but it's just too dark. After fifteen minutes or so I hear a dog barking inside and fucking scram back to the dark hole I came from.

We go home and sit around depressed again. At least it was a way to kill a few hours. I still wonder if it was somewhere right around me and missed it...
 
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Friday night in suburban america. Like all good spoiled white kids, our desire for extreme intoxication outweighed any reason or sense. Our arsenal this particular night would send most people into a trance like state just by the sight of it. Good thing we weren't trying to make friends, or put on a porn gallery for ravers.

The minivan is stacked wall to ceiling with pallets. Wal Mart is good for something!
The kegs are full, hennessy ice cold, and pills fucking potent. To the desert we go! Wait a minute. This girl is already drunk, why is she driving? THUNK. i think something is dripping under your car. Ouch, brake fluid. I guess the party spot is here folks!

We set up a good 8 pallets in a tee pee formation, and light that shit ablaze. As i chase 3 more pills with a quart of keg beer, it occurs to me that this shit might already be getting out of control. It also occurs to me that it is dangerously close to town, and po po will be here sooner rather than later if it continues to grow. I then realize that some girl i don't know just pulled down my pants, and my worries evaporate into a haze of blunt rips and beer guzzles.

About 50 people now. All is well, and me and my two homies congratulate ourselves on another rager in progress. Music is bumping, people are rolling and drinking, i'm in the back seat of my friends car getting some dome rolling fucking face. What ecstacy dick? i triumphantly grin, and begin undressing girl who is eating my dick. Waitafuckingminute, why do i see cars on the horizon? flashing lights? WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY PANTS?

In full on panic mode now, i forget my pants and tear off into the desert full speed with girl holding on for dear life. My 2 close associates are soon not far behind, and it turned out we had unwisely parked our spot about 10 miles too close to town. Po po's are fucking party poopers.

400$ wasted keg beer? check
100 pills in shirt pocket with cops in pursuit? check
No pants, no shoes, running full speed through cactus ridden desert with girl on your back? check

Needless to say, we fucking booked it and didn't think twice. I also tired quickly of playing the gentleman role, and told girl plain english to get the fuck off. She must have spoke spanish, so i bucked n rolled and kept on trucking. I had enough to worry about without a spare tire on board too, ya feel me?

So me and my two homies post up a couple miles away and wait that shit out. My friend shit for brains tossed his e's along the way, he never found them. The cops eventually leave 3 hours later, a grip of people that didn't follow my lead got underage tickets. everyones vehicle had some bullshit ticket written on it.

We are still rolling, so we drive back into town to the nearest gas station, where everyone that didn't get arrested at our lil shin dig down the road is congregating, matching bowls and trading stories. We shoot the shit for awhile, then take our respective women home and end the night the only way that would feel right.

I never did find them pants. Oh well. Close call, one for the books.
 
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Haha, sounds like it was a great time.

swybs said:
A quick thing that came to mind-used to be a club in New York City called nasa. Crazy rave scene-u basically got past security and people were throwing e, acid, etc at you. Funny thing, the club got shut down for this reason, when inside edition or a similar television show went in with hidden cameras.

Anyway, while it was open game inside, the bouncers did search upon entrance (more to keep their house dealers from running into competition). They would confiscate weapons, drugs, booze, whatever deemed not allowed in the club. Each night, they would collect it in a garbage can.

One night, we were waiting in line, and a fight broke out. Bouncers left the door area, along with garbage can filled with contraband. Needless to say, me and a couple friends dragged this garbage can a few blocks down the street. People in line were like "what the fuck?"

That night, and for days after, we played identify this powder and wonder what this pill is while twirling around a freakshow sized butterfly knife-and, get this-a friggin hatchet. Crazy ravers. Some of the identifiable contraband included a bottle of 90 5mg percs and a couple bags of weed. One ziplock bag filled with 50 or so pills made our eyes light up, till we realized someone had bought dollar-store aspirin and scraped off the markings...a few good things in the mix, though, including the knife I still have.

Swybs

Is this a common occurrence for them to throw things like that in the garbage? Do the club workers usually search through themselves or do they just toss it? That must've been a sweet score.
 
"Back in the day" when I was about 16 years old me and a couple friends were starting to smoke pot all the time. It was really upsetting us that we couldn't find anywhere safe to smoke because of all the anal suburban neighborhood watch type people around.

We did however live next to a huge empty field that was supposed to have been turned into "central park" like 10 years previously. So, we grabbed a bunch of shovels, 2x4s, and a tarp and headed out into the field.

I think it took us an entire like 10 hours of 3 people digging in one day just to get the basic structure formed for our new smoking place. It was about 6 feet down and 10 feet across in both directions.

Then we came back the next day and leveled out the floor and cut out a "tunnel" in one of the walls so we could get in and out after closing the roof.

We created a lattice of 2x4s across the top of this big hole in the ground. Then we layed a tarp over the 2x4s and covered it with sand to prevent any helicopters from spotting it. After that we brought out a bunch of lawn chairs and a propane light for night time.

I think that spot was probably the coolest fucking drug taking spot I've ever had. Out in the middle of this field in the middle of a city sitting underground. Plus after about a month the walls were COVERED in mushrooms. It just added to the whole awesome vibe of the place. Kind of strange too though because there were zero mushrooms in that field.

We continued to use that spot until we got older and started meeting people with their own house. Awhile after we left it we told some of the younger neighborhood kids about it and last I heard from them one of them jumped or fell on top of it and broke it all so they stopped going there.

That was more than 6 years ago and just recently I had the idea to use MSN live maps for their "bird's eye view" feature and see if I could still see evidence of the spot.

The huge building/grass area was not there at the time. I guess they finally started building the park. You can get an idea of the scale of the field/spot here. It's circled in red.

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Here is ye olde drugging spot. Collapsed and defeated with the tarp still there. I wonder if it would still be there as we left it if we'd never told those stupid kids about it.

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My first time taking benzos and drinking I was actually planning on staying in all night and finishing my book I was reading. My friend calls me up telling me he has xanax, klonopin, and seroquel. Enough for both of us. I go over to his house and start smoking some bongs. He hands me a klon to start out with. It was a weird feeling and I knew I was fucked up but I didn't realize I was fucked up so I asked him if I could have the seroquel too. I took about 30 mg of it and blacked out for awhile. I found myself driving around with the same friend and stopped in the middle of the road (it was in residential thank God) because I didn't know where I was. He told me we were on our way to another friends house to drink. I said ok as this seemed like a good plan and continued driving. We go to the house and we both took a xanax bar and a couple shots. Last thing I remember.

I woke up at 5PM the next day 3 hours late for work. I first called into work saying I was just release from the hospital due to a back injury and I wouldn't be able to make it in for awhile (it's really easy to get away with shit like this at my job.) I then called my friend and asked him what happened. Apparently I got really fucking drunk and ended up buying 4 pot brownies and we both ate two. Then I guess I met some girl and she gave me head in a bathroom and came in her mouth without any kind of warning. Lol, apparently she ran though the entire party finding her friends so she could go home with a cum all over her front cause she spat it out. I came out of the bathroom without any pants on. Hahahaha, my friends brought me back into the bathroom, got me dressed, and drove me home. I really wish I could remember all of this cause it sounds like a fucking fantastic night.
 
Carl Landrover said:
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Is this a common occurrence for them to throw things like that in the garbage? Do the club workers usually search through themselves or do they just toss it? That must've been a sweet score.

security would do this often at the raves I attended by the end of the night they would of atleast one big bag full of weed, E, prescription meds and w/e else.
 
Some awesome stories, I got a bunch I can contribute but since I just was catching up with an old friend Im gonna post an older one..

This ones from the "Back in the day" vaults. For some reason my group of friends an another group of people were beefing over a summer. (We were all teenagers at the time) I think it all started over a girl. It was all going down in a pretty big residential neighbourhood where a lot of my friends stayed and the rival group's friends stayed. So pretty much all summer both groups would be hanging out in the same area, smoking round the 'hood an when running into each other shit would always go down. Alright ya got the backstory..

One of my friends had been jumped by a couple of them coming out of one of the neighbourhood pools earlier on in the day. He was alright, jus got bruised up a little bit. A group of us went out drinking our own bodyweight in booze that night and riding around smoking, when we passed one of the kids houses who had jumped our friend. Before I knew it the car I was riding in was trenching the front lawn and garbage was getting thrown all around the place. (Yeah I know its F'ed up, but we were young and dumb and acts like this were going back and fourth between both groups all summer We finished the trashing and got out of there and back to a friends house and chilled then called it a night.

Next day, everyone meets up in the neighbourhood to hang out and party. I had gotten a hold of some rolls and was rolling balls along with quite a few others. For some reason (my fried brain) cant remember what it was we were leaving the party and going out for, but since me and 3 other friends were all rolling we prolly were getting some OJ from the gas station. We were riding out and took the back way out of the neighbourhood (towards the house that was trashed) As we're driving down we see the big obnoxious hick truck driven by our rivals driving down the other way. We all flick'ed them off an kept driving and laughing.

Screeeeeeeeeeech

The truck pulls a u turn over the grass median and starts speeding up. Thats when we realise the truck is packed and there swinging baseball bats and all types of blunt objects around out the windows. My friend starts to speed up when another car jumps the median up ahead into our lane blocking us in. We're riding in a low riding vehicle (not a low rider) but getting over the grass median wont of worked. The car blocking us in is in our lane between a palm tree and small grass hill.

Screeeeeeeeeeech

Driver breaks an the truck has already made ground on us. Remember everyone of us in the car are rolling balls right now. Kids started jumping out the truck with there bats, tyre irons an all sorts of retarded shit. We're in the car freaking out when the my friend driving says "fuck it" and floors it at the car ahead, pulls to the left and comes inches between the palm tree and the other car. It happned super fast, but in my rolling state it seemed to go in slow motion and there was a collective "WOOOOOO-OOO-AAAAAAAAAAAAH" let out from all of us in the car. Followed by us all going ape shit when we realised we made it out of there. The truck couldnt follow us any more because the car was now blocking them in and wasnt able to reverse back over the median.

So we one finger saulted them as we rode off into the sunset, calling the other homies at the party telling them about it and warning them that they might be coming their way.

Ah funny stuff looking back at it. Now im a peacefull easy lovin' type of dude who doesnt get into tom-foolery and "beefs" but that was a wild story of my youth. I got a dozen more that I'll share as the thread keeps goin.. great thread by the way!

- STONEDSUBLIME
 
Haha, these posts are the shit e'rbody...Definately some book worthy shit....Anyone remember that crap with the guy who wrote "a million little pieces" when it turned out he made up most of that entire story he wrote and got all famous over....SHIT, all of us's stories put together would make the craziest book of them all, and (if you assume nobodys bullshittin, but why would anybody wanna front on the internet anyways) TRUE...so fuck that made up noise when we got our own drug epic saga tales in here ...

stonedsublime thats sick i can just imagine that feelin while you are rollin of succeedin with some shit like that like WOAH.....footloose thats a good one too...Ima have to come back n read all of em again cuz its mad funny....


And also, Damien, Yo, LMAO! You are 100% right about ''back in the day" bein the druggie's "once upon a time"....That is truth right there....:D
 
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Lol, some good stories here.

Here's one short but odd one I had years ago.

I was rolling at a club one night, and decided to leave and head out to a beach house party some of my friends were throwing. I got there kind of late, hung out for a few hours smoking weed with them and left when they all started to pass out and crash.

As I was driving back home, I was leaving Tybee Island, and there are two different speed limit zones before hitting the bridge to leave the island. Apparently, there was a cop in each zone clocking people, so I got pulled over right before the bridge. As the first cop was getting out of his car, a second cop pulled up behind him. Now at this point, I was freaking out, cause I was still rolling and had weed in my glove box. The first cop came up to the window, took my ID and insurance card, and walked back to his car. I was watching the whole thing in my rear view, and worried as hell, because the two cops were writing on clipboards and talking for a really long time. After about 10min, the two cops walked up to my window, I was really worried at that point. The first cop asked me, "Do you understand what is happening?", and at that point I was starting to reach for my seatbelt to undo it because I thought I was about to get dragged out of my car, when he kept on talking explaining to me that I was getting not one, but TWO speeding tickets. He explained that the other cop was from the speed limit zone before the one he was sitting in, and that I had been going fast enough to be legally speeding in both zones. I almost cried in relief as I was being handed my ID and insurance card and two speeding tickets. I was shaking like hell as I put my car into gear and drove off.

The cops were from the same precinct, so both tickets were handled in the same court at the same time. I went to court instead of paying them, and explained to the judge that I was the designated driver that night and I had just dropped a drunk friend off at his home so he wouldn't drive home, and that I was speeding in order to get back home to make my curfew. He believed me and gave me 10 community service hours, which I could do at the police station on Tybee Island, so I washed cop cars and cleaned the jail cells of their THREE cell jail for a week and the tickets got erased off my record.

Talk about luck! Driving while rolling with an ounce of weed in my glove box and all I had to do was wash cop cars and clean mattresses LOL.
 
swybs said:
A quick thing that came to mind-used to be a club in New York City called nasa. Crazy rave scene-u basically got past security and people were throwing e, acid, etc at you. Funny thing, the club got shut down for this reason, when inside edition or a similar television show went in with hidden cameras.

Anyway, while it was open game inside, the bouncers did search upon entrance (more to keep their house dealers from running into competition). They would confiscate weapons, drugs, booze, whatever deemed not allowed in the club. Each night, they would collect it in a garbage can.

One night, we were waiting in line, and a fight broke out. Bouncers left the door area, along with garbage can filled with contraband. Needless to say, me and a couple friends dragged this garbage can a few blocks down the street. People in line were like "what the fuck?"

That night, and for days after, we played identify this powder and wonder what this pill is while twirling around a freakshow sized butterfly knife-and, get this-a friggin hatchet. Crazy ravers. Some of the identifiable contraband included a bottle of 90 5mg percs and a couple bags of weed. One ziplock bag filled with 50 or so pills made our eyes light up, till we realized someone had bought dollar-store aspirin and scraped off the markings...a few good things in the mix, though, including the knife I still have.

Swybs

heh. that would be fun.

OH KUL69... that is cool as fuck!
 
haha ok i got one 2 :)

i live in a relatively peaceful and relaxed community however ther is one group of cunts who think they own they shop n do whatever they feel like. anyway so one night after leaving a party n they hit my friend in the head with a mailbox cuz he was talkin 2 a girl they liekd. anyway so next few days we're at the skatepark looking 4 them but no show.
so anyway one do me n my friend r lookin 2 get bud n we ring one of their freidns (we didnt know he was their friend) and he's like yeah meet us at this oval. so we go up ther n he takes my friends money and hes all like yeah its just over here i hid it bla bla talkin bullshti then wen we get over 2 the side of the oval his friend comes out with a stick(as in a tree branch, not a gram lol) talkin crazy shit (these guys r all literqally fucked in the head-way 2 many drugs :S) and he starts going off at me. i hit him, we fight for a bit then he gets a club like branch n starts chasing me with it. me n my freidn bail, the next day we went 2 their school, wait at the bus stop for when they got out of school adn we bashed the dealer.
sure enough i get a call that night, i go out 2 c one of them and get jumped and get 3 stitches.. tho i gave one of them six :D

and yeah that shit was fucked lol sorry if the story didnt make sense i just woke up hehe
 
Well, this story isn't CRAZY per se, but it is a fucked up close call I've had due to being involved with some shady fuckers and drugs.

Now, just to give a little background info:
This was back in highschool. I was selling weed. Out of the "drug crews/dealers" in the school, I was like one of the few white guys that was into it. It was mainly blacks, browns, and latinos, but blacks were the majority at the time.

So yea, I'm cool with just about everybody, or so I thought. We're just hangin out, chillin on the wall outside the washrooms (the drug spot, where just about everything went down), and this guy I know asks me if i "have it up" (if i had any weed). I tell him yes, but say that you don't want these bags cuz they are pretty small. He tells me to show him. I normally wouldn't do this, but me and this kid were cool back then. So yea I show him, and he's like "yoooooooooo, these bags are fuckin tiny man", i respond with, "yea i told you".

He then proceeds to ask me to sell him one for $5. I told him no, and that I was looking for some stupid young kids to sell these to. He starts bitching. Then two next guys come in. I knew them both, somewhat. So he starts complaining about me to the bigger guy, I'll call him L. I then proceed to talk to L and tell him why am I gonna rip off my friend with this crap while I can make $10 off some stupid kid. He smiles and understands where I'm coming from. By this time, the first guy I was talking to, I'll call him C, had both bags, and showed one to the other guy that walked in, R.

I then realized that it's been a while since i had my shit in my hands. I go to R, get it, then go to C, and ask him for it back. He says he doesn't have it. So, from this point on, I knew what was going down. Long story short, I got robbed for this shitty bag of weed/shake. I didn't care about the money, it was the principle of the matter. He was being such a weed fiend that he jacked one of his "boys" for some shitty weed.

Me and my friend get him back, by doing something that ended up costing him a FUCKLOAD more than what he cost me (not going to mention it here). Of course the guy starts suspecting either me or my friend that did it.

Now, fastforward to me and 3 friends (including the one that helped me with the payback) are chilling and smoking. Then C comes up (he lives on the street), starts talking shit about what happened to his house, we said we didn't know shit. Then it goes to me and him face to face ready to scrap. Then this car pulls up, and a bunch of black guys come out, one of them has this fucked up weapon (broken piece of wood with nails sticking out), and starts chasing my one friend up the driveway.

We tell them to move it onto the street and away from my boys house. Next thing we know, MORE black guys keep showing up, and we find ourselves surround by like 15 - 20 of them. And they are mostly after me and my other friend. They start pattin my pockets trying to rob me (meanwhile I had an ounce shoved in the back of my pants), so I spin away into a defensive stance (i know martial arts) - they all start laughin, sayin pussy, etc. Whatever, say wat you want, im not gonna allow myself to get sandwiched in between two huge hood mother fuckers. Now it's turning into a huge argument on the block.

Finally, one of the heads of the block shows up in a car, tells all the black guys to fuck off with this and to leave it, so me and my other friend book it out of there. A car follows us, and he calls my friend over, and told me "listen, if those guys ever try to fuck with you again, just say __________ (i forgot his name) "lowed it"", as in, "allowed it". Therefore they couldn't touch us.

That was a complete unecessary bullshit thing that happened and completely fucked up my entire "friendship" (pft, you can't even call it that), between all those black dudes.

They still hate me, and I know if I ever seen them by myself, they'd definitely jump me.
 
Not really a crazy story, more like a fun one.

Anyways, me and three other guys were high and we thought we'd watch a dvd. So we put it in and after 20 minutes some guys phone rings and asks what we're doing. "We're.. uhh wtf.. whatching the dvd menu for this movie" so everybody was like haha wtf we'd been watching the fucking menu for 20 minutes and no one noticed :)
 
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Damien8787 said:
Oh, hey thugpassion. Thank you for this valuable assessment of my character based on one story that happened ten years ago. I really appreciate it because I know anyone that would make a statement like this has obviously not done anything that may have been unwise in their younger years, and is obviously qualified to make such a judgment.
Love, Damien

P.S. you spelled stealing wrong.
If you air your dirty laundry expect to get flamed for it.
 
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